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TO F. H. by NEWMAN HOWARD

First Line: LITTLE THE WORLD WILL HEED
Last Line: SOME IMAGE OF MY FACE.
Subject(s): FACES; FLOWERS; LOVE; SINGING & SINGERS; SONGS;
LITTLE the world will heed
These wild-flowers of my brain,
This wreath of waif and weed,
My songs of sun and rain:

The loud world little recks
Even of song divine;
She will not long perplex
Her heart with notes of mine.

But you my songs approve
For my sake and for song's,
For praise of perfect love,
And fervid hate of wrongs;

But most of all, I deem,
Because therein you trace,
Broken, as in a stream,
Some image of my face.



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